No Hay
Salta La Banca
There's Nothing
There's no Sunday that isn't violent
There's no rock and roll that doesn't bring you back.
There's no goal in Boedo that doesn't sketch you out *(and well, the girl was a fan...)
Delighting in all that excitement.
You can't nurture a flower in Autumn
We can't dream while we're wide awake.
It's impossible to gaze at the supreme sun
If the clouds dominate the sky.
There's only one distressing certainty
That heartbroken, screams that no...
That there's nothing like you.
There's no beer as good as that one
That resting on your lips I got to drink.
There's no caresses with equal skill
My skin doesn't want other hands anymore.
You can't nurture a flower in Autumn
We can't dream while we're wide awake.
It's impossible to gaze at the supreme sun
If the clouds dominate the sky.
There's only one distressing certainty
That heartbroken, screams that no...
That there's nothing like you.
